Early Morning
Smoke slowly rises off the still charred embers
from the moonlit campfire from the night before.
The grass glimmers in the morning dew
chilling my shoeless feet
as I walk to the banks of the shimmering stream
hoping to catch us a couple salmon on their way to spawn
I sit on a big rock and cast my line
across the way I spy a hummingbird fluttering
peacefully from flower to flower
Croaks from frogs echo in the air
as they try to stay cool from the now rising sun
splashing it's heated rays down upon us
I haul in a couple of keepers and head back to camp
toss another log on the fire
string up the fish to smoke
crawl back quietly into the cozy tent
and cuddle up close to her.
Copyright © Tim Smith | Year Posted 2015
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